Impatient tic
After I talk
Not even five minutes have passed
Larger heights, larger falls
Now I feel like a fraud
Not even ten minutes have passed
Too much to chew, was feeling bitey
Restless, thus a fortnight at the inn
Not even an hour has passed
The season does not align with Yule
By the empty fireplace, I\'ll take a seat
Though with every passing season, seems no time has passed at all